Surfin’ Ansedonia

Last week I went on an expedition, even though it was not the most well-lit day. I never knew I could spy on surfers and boar less than 15 minutes from my home. Our 12-km beach doesn’t get waves that would attract surfers, it seems, or at least I never caught them out. You must know…

Take it away, girl

A post in which I bow down low to the amazing, unrepeatable energy of Ms. Joplin. When you realise everything had already happened before you were even born. Damn, I wish I would write like she sang. And in a way I do. Just on the inside. See what she did to this Tommy the Cat….